Whenever He Descries Me,
Whether In The Street Or The Desert, The Brilliant Hall Or Amongst
Bedouin Haimas, At Novogorod Or Stambul, He Flings Up His Arms And
Exclaims, "O Ciel!
I have again the felicity of seeing my
cherished and most respectable B-."
CHAPTER XVI
Departure for Cordova - Carmona - German Colonies - Language - The
Sluggish Horse - Nocturnal Welcome - Carlist Landlord - Good Advice -
Gomez - The Old Genoese - The Two Opinions.
After a sojourn of about fourteen days at Seville, I departed for
Cordova. The diligence had for some time past ceased running,
owing to the disturbed state of the province. I had therefore no
resource but to proceed thither on horseback. I hired a couple of
horses, and engaged the old Genoese, of whom I have already had
occasion to speak, to attend me as far as Cordova, and to bring
them back. Notwithstanding we were now in the depths of winter,
the weather was beautiful, the days sunny and brilliant, though the
nights were rather keen. We passed by the little town of Alcala,
celebrated for the ruins of an immense Moorish castle, which stand
on a rocky hill, overhanging a picturesque river. The first night
we slept at Carmona, another Moorish town, distant about seven
leagues from Seville. Early in the morning we again mounted and
departed. Perhaps in the whole of Spain there is scarcely a finer
Moorish monument of antiquity than the eastern side of this town of
Carmona, which occupies the brow of a lofty hill, and frowns over
an extensive vega or plain, which extends for leagues unplanted and
uncultivated, producing nothing but brushwood and carasco.
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